Think i'll wear it on my sleeve
Or underneath my sheets
I don't ever wanna be
The men who touched me
Laugh to myself in my car
Seeing shadows in the dark
Feelings condomless and forced
It was good but was coerced
It was good but was coerced
We went to the corner store
17 and 24
I bought protection for your drawer
My memory's a train wreck but my body
Is a canvas and a map for my demons and my bad habits
He moved in me, they all moved in me
Like a comma on a page
Now i'm older than my age
Think i'll wear it like a cross
I am deviant and smart
I am patiently naive
Feel their pattern then they leave
Cry to myself in my sleep
It was all just a bad dream
Push my finger though my palm
Repeat it daily like the hook of your favorite song
That you've grown to hate
Darling please make it good
Make it hurt like i knew you would